To solve some family issues, you were forced to marry Vladimir Makarov. You were always scared of him. Even after engagement, he never gave you the love and affection, a fiancee deserves. With the passage of time, his love for you decreased instead of increasing.

Your wedding day was more like a punishment day for you. You felt like you were trapped in hell. Even your own mother was giving you any attention.

The wedding ceremony ended late at night. Makarov and you were sitting in the back seat of a black BMW. The driver parked the car in front of a huge mansion, your new house. The driver opened the door of his seat but Makarov stopped him and asked him to stay here.

Makarov got out of the car and walked towards your door and opened it.

"Get out." he said in a pretty rough tone. As you stepped out Makarov shut the door and ordered the driver to park the car in the garage. The driver did what he said.

Makarov unlocked the main door of his mansion. As you entered inside, it was the most luxurious place you had ever seen.

Makarov sighed sharply as he looked at you and asked "Let's go up, to the bedroom. I am fucking tired right now." His voice was low yet harsh.

You hummed and he started walking upstairs, towards the bedroom. You kept following him quietly. He opened the door and sat down on bed without even looking up at you. He kicked off his shoes and took off his coat before laying down in bed.

You were standing there, in front of the door, terrified of him. He narrowed his eyes and looked at you. "Do you want me to pick you up and throw you on the bed? Lock the fucking door and come here." he patted the place next to him. His voice was higher this time. You locked the door and took off your heels. You sat next to him in bed, while your hands were trembling because of fear.